Crates of clothes seemed to come alive,

In this mysteriously dark room.

Decorating the wall with magnificent

colors, these pieces of clothing are not unusual.

They jump onto a bed and then

scatter themselves in, under and between

the mattresses.

And time after time, when the owner

enters "the zone," she does not bother

to pick them up, but instead ignores them

as if they are not even there, and goes

to other activities.

Now this may sound ironic to you,

but it's completely normal to me when

she walks over her clothes, picks up her

laundry and pretends the clothes aren't

even there.

The clothes then pounce onto

desks, open drawers and swinging doors.

Also, the clothes attack anyone who

enters "the zone," completely covering

them with unwanted "wearings."

Perhaps this is why I haven't seen

my sister in a long time.